Demon Slayer: The Journey That Began When I Became Yoriichi's Sister

Yuko is currently in a precarious situation, with one foot in the abyss. A single misstep could ruin her current excellent position.

One second she was feeling heavy-hearted about about to sever Kokushibo's neck, the next she had to tense up and think of a way to break the deadlock.

With only half of her pale arm supporting her on the edge, Yuko was about to be dragged into the Infinity Castle by Kokushibo.

Hei Shibo was panting heavily; he could hardly be described as having survived a disaster, and could even be described as disheveled.

Sensation gradually returned to the neck, and the regenerative ability was also unleashed. After the restriction on the ability was removed, the flesh and blood in the neck quickly recovered.

The image of Yuko with tears in her eyes was still lingering in his mind.

I actually hesitated...

For a fleeting moment, he felt a sense of unease.

Because of that moment of hesitation, he was so exhausted that he was almost beheaded by Yuko.

Regret? Hesitation? Confusion?

I can't quite describe the feeling.

For the first time in hundreds of years, Kokushibo felt so alienated.

Before he learned that Yuko was still alive, he focused all his attention on how to become stronger.

Although he rarely thought about it, the reason he decided to become a demon was to surpass Yoriichi.

He didn't care what it took or how many people he had to eat.

As centuries have passed, the images of his wife and children have faded, and the memories of the past have long since vanished into the past.

Kokushibo thought that nothing could shake his resolve anymore.

But ever since he learned that Yu Zi was still alive, his heart, which had been calm for hundreds of years and was like a deep mountain pool, was stirred up and could no longer remain calm.

Does he... still have a heart?

It was like being weighed down by a weight. The 1.9-meter-tall Kokushibo weighed at least 200 kilograms, and with Yuko's own weight added to that, she was hanging on the edge with only one hand. If it weren't for the increased strength after her demon transformation, she would probably have been pulled down long ago.

Yuko looked down at Kokushibo, who was clinging to her waist, and muttered, "Let go! You're going to tear my clothes off!"

She still seemed to have the energy to banter with Kokushibo, but inside, Yuko was in a complete panic.

She never expected that the Infinite City would be such a thing, able to open portals under other people's feet at will.

If there were no other influences, she would have been able to react in that instant of falling.

Without any warning, the moment I heard the sound of the pipa, I felt weightless.

If she were Muzan, she could use the Biwa-no-Otoko's move, hitting the target every time. Even if the Pillars could react, they could just have a demon restrain him and drag him out easily.

Once you're pulled into the Infinite City, no matter how powerful you are, you'll still meet your end.

Yuko thought she had already underestimated Muzan's intelligence enough, but she didn't expect that she could underestimate him even more.

A game you couldn't possibly lose even if you played with your feet.

“Yuko, you…” Kokushibo looked up at Yuko, his gaze passing through her to notice the red sunrise in the sky.

The sun is rising!

Yuko tried to grab the edge with her other hand, but Kokushibo grabbed her with one hand.

"Yuko, come over here!" Kokushibo shouted.

"I'm not coming!" Yu Zi felt a chill run down her spine. Out of the corner of her eye, she glanced around and saw that the entire Infinite City looked like a large city.

The space was interwoven with bright lights, making it impossible to imagine that this was something that could be developed by the so-called Blood Demon Art.

She suddenly understood why Muzan was so wary of other demons.

Muzan, that monster with stats, is useless except for his stats. If a demon with such blood demon arts were to betray him, he could easily be tricked and killed.

But right now, Yuko really doesn't have the energy to think about things. Although she still has the strength, being stuck here isn't a good idea.

There's also Muzan lurking below, and if Kokushibo insists on dragging her down, she might not be able to handle it.

Looking down at the Infinite City, it's like a giant maw is opening, waiting for her to fall in.

In other words, Kokushibo has nowhere else to rely on but her, so he can only cling to her.

Otherwise, she could have been pulled down by sheer force.

Yuko braced herself against the edge with one hand, while her other hand was being pulled by Kokushibo, leaving her with nowhere to put her strength.

"Let go!" Beads of cold sweat trickled down Yuko's forehead as she kicked Kokushibo with all her might, trying to knock him off.

But Kokushibo held her tightly, remaining completely still.

Kokushibo shouted, "The sun is about to rise, let go of me!"

"Huh?" Yu Zi's mind went blank for a moment. "If you let go of me, I'll just leave, won't I?"

If it weren't for Muzan and the pipa player being there, she would have spat at Kokushibo.

Can't I just not kill you?

Stop fucking pulling on her clothes!

Muzan, watching from below, frowned deeply. He had witnessed the entire battle in the Sword Forging Village clearly from the perspective of the demons.

Kokushibo... ultimately, he was still confused when faced with his own sister.

So this is all there is to him?

Throughout the centuries, Muzan has always been absolutely satisfied with Kokushibo. If Infinity Castle Ltd. had an evaluation system, Kokushibo would definitely be number one every year, and Muzan's evaluation of him would certainly be 100%.

Aside from the lack of progress in searching for the Demon Slayer Corps, Kokushibo was a near-perfect subordinate.

He is capable, intelligent, and loyal.

But even someone like him, whose subordinates he had trusted for hundreds of years, could sometimes 'drop the ball'.

I have to say, it's incredibly disappointing.

But everything depends on comparison. Compared to Kokushibo, the others are simply inhuman.

They're all so abstract.

If he didn't still need these useless people to help him find the Blue Spider Lily and massacre the Demon Slayer Corps, he would have already destroyed the Twelve Demon Moons.

Kokushibo is already considered a top-tier, powerful figure in the game.

But, anyway.

Muzan is now quite interested in Kokushibo's sister.

Is the Blood Demon Art similar to Douma's Frost?

But it can actually threaten the regeneration of demons.

Muzan consciously looked at the floor not far in front of him.

The blood on the longsword slowly faded, revealing a silvery-white, sacred radiance within.

The exquisite longsword was stuck straight into the floor, its bright blade reflecting his posture.

Will I really die if I get slashed in the neck by this knife?

Although Muzan was disappointed in Kokushibo just now, he still recognized Kokushibo's strength, and Muzan believed that his feeling was correct.

It's not a Nichirin Blade; it has absolutely no connection to the sun, yet it possesses the ability to slay demons.

It's unbelievable.

Doesn't that mean that this ability can already threaten his existence?

Muzan's first reaction was that this woman absolutely could not be allowed to live, even if she was Kokushibo's sister.

He wanted to destroy anything that might threaten him.

Moreover, Kokushibo's face was already disgusting enough, but his sister's face was even more disgusting.

But immediately afterward, a strong tremor rose in Muzan's heart, and a powerful thought surged into his mind.

That Blood Demon Art...that woman...

There must be something different about it, something that makes it different from other ghosts.

Who knows... who knows, that might be the opportunity for him to overcome the sun.